Podarok (translation)

I came to you with a present -

Of a rusty roof wet traces,

Cry that's never to be heeded,

Gaze that on a palm lies weary,

Wind on which no longer horses

Travel up toward the heavens,

Hands that could not get hold of them,

Morn and night together waiting.

I came to you with a present -

Of a dusty pathway stirrups,

Pair of wings defaced and broken,

Morning in a splintered wineglass,

Rain that on a screen lies withered,

Holiday that smells of absinthe,

Fallen childhood and adulthood,

Weariness and weariness.

I came to you with a present -

Solitude that lies between us,

Pleasure in a dusty framework,

Funeral from false illusions,

Blows, whose weapons are forsaken,

Three battles and half a medal,

Hands that no longer imagined

Meeting with the one that loved.